| Torn one of my faveriote poems this was written at 4 oclock in the morning. and has a heart felt meaning behind it. please leave feedback xx |
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hatters belivecoffee stains, and broken bones, falling, like autums leaves, from the bare branches...of death, stolen passion, fighting desires, give it all face down, left behind, in the rain, reasons to belive, in the sacrs of roof tops, as the hatters hat, sits on the head, of the lover of clocks, with him, the bruises become an obsession, slow decay of life, i have no direction, what if, what if your body stops???? does yuor heart stilllive for mine?hatters belive
by ~duckiegoth
enemy gateswith arms wide open, upon this cross, the crimson river, flows down the saviours side, it is a river of freedom, for the peasnts, of God's creation, we grab and pull, at his wounds, for the hope of redemption, he took his life, into the enemys gates, to save us from ourselves, his limp body, held to the crafts mans wepon, with nails of betrayal, a kiss from judas, a friends regret, tainted payment, a modern sacrement, still with his open wounds, his arms wide open upon the cross, he embraced the real uenemy gates
by ~duckiegoth
The First August MornAs I look out of my window, into the darkened night sky, I see the street lights, awashing the pavements, with thier amber glow, through those amber lights, which were once as bright and sharp, as cats eyes, are now blury in the deepest night, as with the dawn, and the first august morn, comes the rain, and although it washes away the dreams of summer, along it comes quenching the thirst, of the sober soils, thus bringing to life, new birth.The First August Morn
by ~duckiegoth
Flat mateLife is like a bottomless pit, the stars that once shone so bright, have gone out, theres no light, expected to be picture perfect, left alone in my one roomed apartment, I pick the rubbish off the floor, why bother? there's still a draft coming under the door, the cat she sits on the window sill, streches her lean legs, and arches her almost bonless back, moves from her perch, to rub her loving scent around my legs, just to let me know that I'm not alone, I smile, and scratch behind her ear, she purrs content, and snuggles near,Flat mate
by ~duckiegoth
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twenty-seven past fouri'm sleepless, it's twenty-seven past four. you're at your friend's pad, too drunk to come home..twenty-seven past four
my room smells like you, even my bathroom embraces your scent. i have to smoke to cover up your smell and hopefully this pain..
i'm getting used to this, getting used to the idea of you leaving. the air's been taken in and out too much, for too long - and we don't have anything else to say..
would losing me hurt you? 'cause i don't think it would..
i'm sleepless, it's twenty-seven past four. i miss you.. won't yo
by ~izha
The Past Is DeadlyThat night I saw the stars They glittered and shone A sign of light in the darkness A sign I once could not seeThe Past Is Deadly
I began thinking of those nights How I'd sit and stare out the window Wondering where the stars had gone Wondering why I could not breathe
A single tear lay on the book A book of memories, laughs, and pain Something sparked inside of her Knowing this was wrong
She closed her eyes, The tears flowed more freely now Biting her lip, she held back a scream As the blade sliced even deeper
She gasped for breath, wonde
by ~nutmeg104
the FallPicking up the axe I beg for forgiveness I kneel and weep one lastthe Fall
time
You don't need me anymore. As you stand so tall and so Strong. Brilliantly in full foaliage No longer a thirst seeking seedling. no one saw or believed but me how you would grow.
Picking up the axe
I beg for forgiveness It's time for the sun to shine on me. I kneel and weep
One Last &
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Paper HeartA single glance. A simple smile. My thoughts revolved around him, Never ceasing.Paper Heart
Our eyes met,
And we quickly looked away.
We shared laughs Over the silliest of things.
When someone mentions your name,
A smile crawls its way onto my face. When I hear your voice,
My heart skips a beat.
Now I’m falling in love, But so is she. As we plummet downward, She lands safely in your arms While I crash onto the cold concrete.
My paper heart Has been ripped beyond repair.
And you leave me standing by myse
by ~yankeegirl020
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| Im Krissy Im studying fine Art at uni I am in the process of getting my book of poetry published *excited* so i guess you could say im a writer in words lol I also love anime/manga and tend to draw in this media i also love painting and photography I love cats and karate |
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My Addictions Have No Boundarys
*twenty-seven past four
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~izha
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My Addictions Have No Boundarys
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My Addictions Have No Boundarys
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Now in the dark world where I dwell ugly things and surprising things...sometimes little wondrous things spill out...and I can count on nothing.
I didn't want any flowers, I only wanted
To lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty.
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My Addictions Have No Boundarys
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To Love And Be Loved Is To Feel The Sun From Both Sides
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